Shall it say pleasure
or paltry
compassionate with need
Or combative
in his
untimely urgency.
when all is defined
how might the grind
his human condition
measured upon her own.
An onlooker might gingerly glance beyond
the sensory nature of
his
ignorance within
certain surreal
entrapment, that her legacy be
shadowed sorely
inside his own
insidious
entitlement.
 | a quiet man on Thoughts |
 | Abhishek pathania on Dark Winds |
| a quiet man on Mourning |
 | erroneouschoices on Mourning |
| a quiet man on When In Love |
Curving back within myself I create again and again.
A collection of beautiful thoughts, pictures and information
A blog of my struggles with mental illness, social isolation and being transgender n a hostile world.
I read, I write, I sketch. For fun.
The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination- Albert Einstein
Poetry and words
A place where you can be human.
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
Sharing my little corner of the world
A Place to Enjoy the Beauty All Around us.
Maximum Exposure
Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
Downpour
Brett Kristian
"She believed she could, so she did." 🌙
Fleeting Emotions, perpetual words.
The home of poetry
